Every previous M5 had a hellfire engine, but paired it with largely sociable, sensible four-door dynamics.
Even one generation ago, BMW’s über-sedans didn’t behave like pit vipers at the dinner table. And that got me wondering: What use is there for a big BMW sedan that you can't just point toward the other end of the continent and go? This exact product, from this exact company, used to represent style, speed, and above all, comfort. I Sold My $700 8-Series for a Massive Profitīecause another big Bimmer, the M8 Competition, drove exactly the same way when I tested it late last year. And despite a lifetime spent rejecting self-love for self-flagellation, I’m convinced this is a calibration issue, not errant programming of the flesh-bag at the wheel. All that caused more than a dab of grief for my long-suffering wife, who’s nursed a herniated disc for years. BMW’s lane-keeping assist tugged violently at the wheel, which sent my heart racing whenever the M5 strayed too close to the edge of the road. The chassis sent up expansion-joint clunks like rifle shots from the road, and the M5’s suspension had far less compliance than a luxury sedan ought to. Or just driving the thing in general.Īt low speeds the abrupt brake calibration caused balky, jerking stops. After a week slogging city streets and hustling Oregon’s finest winding asphalt, I never came to grips with the big sedan's touchy brake pedal.
Hence my forehead’s date with tempered glass. Hard.īut that first inch of brake-pedal travel brings on a huge portion of the M5 Competition’s stopping power. So when the sea of faceless Teslas finally parted, I hammered the M5’s twin-turbo V-8. I blamed traffic-the stretch of asphalt between Seattle and Tacoma is one of our nation’s most congested chunks of highway. My face nearly cannoned through the Bimmer’s windshield. But during my first minutes in the M5, somewhere just south of Seattle, I brushed the brake pedal. This should have been an ideal time to drive the M5, my brain still awash in M3 feel-good juice. During the afterglow of that M3 rodeo in Ohio, I borrowed a 2021 BMW M5 Competition for a weekend in Oregon wine country.
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